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Time has spoken of a fragrance
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Categories: words and feelings
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All flowers start from the soil, and all night long the mountain is bright with thousands of colors. How can we be divided into three or nine classes and believe in destiny? I am from the bottom of the dust, but I still have the phoenix feather in my heart. The bones of my fan are the curtain that divides heaven and earth, and the silken surface of my fan is the light of the moon and the stars. I will talk about the legend with you someday, and the white plums outside the window will be proud of the wind.